Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.